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New Growth

5 February, 2011 (21:10) | Creativity | No comments

It’s still nearly a month away, yet the anticipation is palpable. Several of my colleagues have been sporting telltale signs of the coming trend. I myself have fallen prey to early preparation. Indeed, next month will usher in the return of March Moustache Madness among the Eldora instructors. Today, I was home sick, but by […]

In the Lost & Found

27 December, 2010 (12:08) | Creativity | No comments

I barely picked it out from the shadows despite its brightly colored demeanor. Perhaps I added the scuffs and dirt in my own mind simply because it was lying discarded in the middle of the parking lot, forgotten in the dark and cold. SIDE NOTE: I do things like that, imagining dishevelment where one might […]

The Ice Queen Cometh

22 November, 2010 (17:18) | Creativity | No comments

“Eye of the Ice Queen,” by stOOpidgIrL. I can sense her crystalline lips pursed behind me, but her icy whispers barely register. It’s still early yet, and though the hairs on my neck stand like obelisks, I’m unsure if it’s anticipation, dread or simply a reaction to her presence. I hope it’s the former, our […]

Gone, But Still There

23 February, 2010 (14:58) | Poetry | 2 comments

Beard Poster by Michael Buchino of the Beard Revue. Sometimes, just when I think I’m used to it being gone, I feel my beard tingle and tickle, happiness in a fuzzy guise. But when I reach up to stroke it, it suddenly become clear: my beard is gone. I could regrow it, let the wilderness […]

Lost & Found

12 January, 2010 (10:24) | Creativity | No comments

“Forgotten Mac” by Rob Dobi. They weren’t quite a corpses when I found them. they lay there lifeless, unmoving, but I could feel the warmth still emanating, steam slowly curling off the snow. There was a beauty to them; stoic, sad, dangerous. My first instinct was remorse. Poor fellas, I thought. Someone must’ve loved you […]

Clearing My Head

23 July, 2009 (13:02) | Creativity | 13 comments

For the last month and a half, I’ve been suffering from a guilt complex that manifests itself as writer’s block. I should be used to guilt complexes, given my Jewish roots, but for some reason this is different. Though I take time daily to search for jobs, even if its only a half-hour, whenever I […]

Confessions of a V-Shock Addict

19 February, 2009 (09:58) | Story | 2 comments

“Hi, my name is Vladimir and I’m an addict.” “Hi Vladimir,” they chorused. A few of them mumbled, either because they couldn’t quite understand the name under my slight accent or because they simply couldn’t pronounce it through the chattering teeth of withdrawal. I scratched my leg nervously, the cup of coffee jittering in my […]

The Day Before Christmas

25 December, 2008 (00:45) | Poetry | No comments

My uncle Bruce and his girlfriend Alison who hosted Christmas dinner. This was the first time I’ve ever attended Christmas with my family. Forever the screwup, I tried to pickup Starbucks Gift Cards for my family on Erev Christmas. It wasn’t that I didn’t know what to get them, but that I was simply too […]

Paper Trained

27 July, 2008 (23:55) | Dreams, Social Commentary | No comments

Men are dogs. I don’t mean to say that men are conniving, lying cheaters who are destined to turn on their girlfriend, wife or lover. I mean that we’re trained animals.

Relational Parachute

16 May, 2008 (08:32) | Story | No comments

(Image by Dan Winters) I was on Cloud 9 when I met you. It was incredible. Here we were in the stratosphere, so close your breath felt like a perfect breeze on my ear. I knew right then I was destined to fall for you. It started slowly at first, but how quickly it accelerated. […]

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